Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos

Some Little Bug Inside Me

I am too sick to write a blog, I am a party hangoutfor some amoeba who moved in and promptly called his gang out.They’re having quite a time in there, yet keep wanting to leave.Each time I have to see them out, I stumble and I weave.My stomach feels like shattered glass, my head is slightly pounding.I think they’re doing Zumba—flip-flopping and reboundingagainst my corridors of gut. I wish that they would stop.I can’t make it to the clinic to consult a microbe cop.Is it a parasite or fluke ( contracted from my cat?)When she strokes and kisses them, what cat owner thinks of that?For now, I’m resting in my bed with electrolytes and Flagyl.I’ve cancelled my appointments, for I’m feeling sort of fragile.The world will demonstrate without me, and friends go out to dinewhile I hang out with tiny guests, miserable and supine.

I had this same bug a year ago, when I had to call off my 70th birthday celebration, much-planned for, because I was so miserable. So, these pesky amoebas seem to be maintaining a schedule. Unfortunately, I had a full day of activities planned today, as well—first of all a demonstration against Trump’s immigration policies, then a visit to my doctor, a visit to an ill friend, and dinner with another friend. All cancelled. Ironic that I’m too ill to go see my doctor. Here’s another little ode to amoebas I wrote during an earlier bout named “Once Upon a Lime in Mexico.”

About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

Thanks, Fandango. I’m also having a problem with your comments showing up in trash. If I ever don’t answer, this is why. Today it was when I tried to answer you that it happened and found one other message from you in the trash yesterday. Weird weird ways of WordPress.

Yes.. I have a purification system and change the filters monthly. Two other friends got this at the same time who hadn’t been to my house. These things just go in cycles and all it takes it one person not washing their hands before handling food.